Beginning of an End 2013 #OctPoWriMo day 31

I see the end of this year

Which I have been awaiting for

Things which have gone wrong

Which I will make right next year

Met a lot of new people

I wish they stay forever

Just, this phase irks me

where I have been stuck 

Next year I see me

standing on a mountain top

living my dreams

surviving against the odds

When new leaves will grow

old ones will fall

And the fate I have been accepting

I will write it myself, this time

No, its not that I am complaining

this year has taught me a lot

of pain and of being left behind

For which I thank God

But I want to ride on rainbows too

visit the land of happiness soon

I know the time is coming

I see light at the end of this tunnel

The beginning of an end has started

this era is ending, yes

I will be a star again

I am walking towards the Sun.

This October, probably has been the best time of this year for me, thanks to OctPoWriMo 2013 and Nimue who introduced me to this beautiful concept and stayed with me till this day (I am sure she will stay in times ahead also). OctPoWriMo has not only been an inspiration but an irresistible cobweb of out-of-the-world writers & poets who have immensely appreciated my poems and pushed me till this date. Frankly, without Nimue or any of those beautiful souls who read my poems and took out enough time to comment here, I would have given up long back. True, journeys become easy and fun with amazing people. 

Not to forget the prompts made it all enthusiastic. I admire all the people who gave us those prompts to pen down upon. I have also bookmarked a lot of blogs, I will keep hovering over their writings now.

Learnt a lot here, made new friends too. I will embrace all 31 days of this month for a long time to come.

My heart is filled with gratitude. OctPoWriMo 2013 has been very special to me. 

There she goes & Do you see? #OctPoWriMo day 29 & day 30

Two poems again, day 29 and day 30. 

DAY 29: There she goes

Summer mornings

winter nights

I see you 

standing by

clinging to thoughts

beautiful thoughts

your mind

so clear so pure

Your mood

Blue, yellow or white

Different shades of you

you carry all, once in a while

Now that you have gone

Your memories have stayed behind

Your talks, I see them

standing by the window side

A beautiful spirit that you are now

Your teachings will stay here

every year, by the window side

DAY 30: Do you see?

That girl, do you see? 

The one I am pointing towards? 

was abandoned by her parents

at the age of three

That road, do you see? 

Right next to the huge showroom

a woman living on streets,

gave birth to a boy there; in noon

both died there, soon

That spot, do you see? 

where a mountain of garbage exists

There's a school right besides

with flies and water under benches

how was your school like?

That dump, do you see?

used to be home for many

slums these were

schools and trees these were

for international games

thousands were thrown on streets

That pond, do you see?

was a home for beautiful birds and shrubs

the water now black

used to be blue and white

About "Do you see"- all the verses are true. I have either met these people or read in newspaper. Visited these sites and pointed the same way. Where are we now? What have we done? To our nature? To our own race? Its hard to bring a change in world, because for that we must change ourselves. But, would we?

My Sister & Skin & I am #OctPoWriMo day 26, 27, 28

Posting three poem today compensating the previous days. Of day 26, day 27, day 28 here. Spare me, yet again.

DAY 26: My Sister

For all that she's been
Sister three years elder to me
Fighting the storm
sailing over sees
Selfless she's been 
Does not believe in God
All seasons she blooms
A social worker, a feminist
Bitter she may be
for thats how the truth is
the soldier
the messenger
the north star
For all that she's been 

DAY 27: Skin

Skin

Your skin

Soft its been

Sometimes so thin

What all you hide within

War, if, is your skin

I'd let you win

Beyond zinn

Skin

Day 28: I am.... an introspector

Life goes as it goes

directionless, at times

But a cousin sister taught me

how to focus on energies within

I ask questions

Where are we in life, right now? 

not to you

To myself, often

Of what I am doing

Of what I wish to do

What is happiness, as I call it

What is bliss, do I know of it?

Then I met another person

who does the same like me

well, at a better level instead

He asks questions

and finds answers too

He seeks

He discovers

I hope someday I can

Direct all energies 

and transcend to the universe

in a better way

For I introspect

In search of that light

Birthday and more #OctPoWriMo 2013 day 25

I remember the last birthday
when I'd turned twenty
yellow flowers are all I remember

when countless friends surrounded

I remember the last birthday
when I'd turned twenty
four cakes I think I got
one baked at home
of different colors

I remember the last birthday
when I'd turned twenty
Handmade gifts made my day
along with some cards and all

I remember the last birthday
when I'd turned twenty
But my heart believes
age is just a number-play

Back then #OctPoWriMo 2013 day 24

A girl, tiny girl

climbing trees

playing with rocks

A girl, tiny girl

playing with dolls

building tiny house

A girl, tiny girl

stealing biscuits

running in corridors

A girl, tiny girl

confused with washrooms

using men's for few years

A girl, tiny girl

cycling, hiding

swimming through rains

A girl, tiny girl

dancing, singing

gushing, laughing

A girl, tiny girl

loving her younger brother

not so fond of her elder sister

A girl, tiny girl

who's the princess

of her own world

My mother says there are a few people who, from their childhood directly go to old age. After all old-age is second innings of childhood. In the sense, they never become adults. 

I am one of those. Luckily. 

Just counting #OctPoWriMo 2013 day 23

The hundred sixteenth night with you
in park, under the moon
The twenty fourth hour with you
in bed, warming in blanket
The fifth week after we met
a date, hot chocolate and nothing else
Fifty eight minutes I waited
you had brought flowers of color I hated
Third of September
we decided we wont talk anymore
Seventeenth November
we ended up in bed, with no future
two hundred thirty fourth morning
you said; lets get married
Eighty five years together
we sleep now in crypt, forever

Photo credits to my favorite photographer till date- Hardik Photography

I glide #OctPoWriMo 2013 day 22

The black river

or the black nature

or the black soul

are mine

yet, I glance and glide

across those parts; of mine

The black talks

or the black aura

or the black eyes

are mine

yet, I glance and glide

forgetting if I hurt 

The black sky

then collides in me

The black soil

then uproots me

The black noises which I make

are never heard 

But I do not forget

to glance and glide

and travel on the 

black side; of mine

For one day

The black side; just might

meet the white